Your Scars are My Scars (Eddie Gluskin fanfiction) [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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Author's note: TW! There are multiple mentions of sexual assault and overall a lot of physical violence in this chapter! Please read at your own risk!

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Paige woke up abruptly when someone yanked her head back violently. She slowly opened her eyes to see that she was strapped to a seat.

"Gah!" She shouted as the person pulled her hair even harder. "Stop it! I-It hurts!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man seethed. "Stop moving, or I'll lodge these scissors in your throat."

"Wait! What are you doing with those scissors!"

"I said shut the fuck up!" The man punched Paige in the face, not holding back any of his strength. He yanked her hair once more before chopping it all off. "Stupid fucking bitch doesn't know how to keep her damn mouth shut."

Paige spat a mouth full of blood on the man's shoes in retaliation. He was about to punch her again, but Jeremy pushed the man to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing? I just told you to cut her fuckin' hair off and start the process, not beat her to death. We need her alive, you dumbass!" Jeremy shouted. He walked over to Paige and crouched down to reach her eye level. "So sorry about that, sweetheart. I need you awake so you can finally experience what all your patients go through!"

Paige winced, "I-Is this the Morphogenic Engine?"

Before Jeremy could answer her, a woman barged in with urgent news. "Sir, are you getting alerts? It sounds like real trouble. At the Engine. They said Hope made a lateral ascension."

Jeremy's eyes widen in shock. "Billy Hope? Shit. . . shit, shit, shit. Come on." He told the girl. He left the room without another word.

Then, Paige's head was strapped so that she couldn't move. A video started to play on the nine TVs right in front of her. She tried to move her head away, tried to close her eyes. But nothing worked. The images burned in her brain. It was all she could see.

"Urgh. . . S-Stop it. . . Please stop it! Please help me! Somebody help me!"

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Paige had stopped screaming for help by the second hour. She could only scream in pain as the images replayed in her brain. Even if she did close her eyes, she could still see them. The TV finally shut off, and the restraints were opened. She held onto the chair as she tried to stand up but lost her balance immediately and fell to the ground. She clutched her head tightly, waiting for the images to stop.

"You think you're safe in there, wallflower. Pretty flower." The man cackled. He stared into Paige's cell, eyes filled with insanity. Paige gasped at his face. Old scars rippled across his nose and eyes. Jagged teeth were piercing the sides of his mouth. Is this what the Morphogenic Engine does to people?

He slammed on the door, his eyes trained on Paige. "I'll open you up. Open you up and show you. Make you purr. You wait right there." He left Paige and went to the controls at the end of the hall. As soon as he opened the door, Paige dashed out of the room. She kept running and running, not bothering to look into the other rooms. Then, finally, she heard the screams to understand what was happening. The patients were ruling Mount Massive now.

She slowed herself down, trying to find an empty room so she could catch her thoughts. She looked at the break room; she quickly entered the room and locked the door. Catching her breath, Paige sat down on the chair and thought to herself, The patients have overrun the asylum. There are hundreds of murderers and rapists who are most violent towards women running the place now. I can't look the way I look. she thought. Paige looked into the mirror that was in the breakroom. She couldn't help but gasp at the sight. Her long wavy brown hair was crudely cut down to her shoulders. Frayed and uneven, it looked like a five-year-old had fun with scissors. Yellow and blue bruises littered her face and body. Thankfully, the brown jumpsuit is oversized on me, so it covers my boobs and any curves I have. Now that I have short hair, I wouldn't be recognized as a girl. Paige nervously paced around the breakroom, trying to devise an escape plan. Her thoughts were interrupted by screams of agony. I can't stay here and plan all day, fuck it, just run.